eblo by Lindsay Bison

Play it pretty for Atlanta, for the name with only one vowel, the most common, making up for variety with frequency. Eyeing the weekend with a warm heart and glasses for the night travel. What wonders await our awakening, what delights are promised by the night. What locks do moments affix themselves with to prevent their passage—to prevent beginnings. Waiting for a body to heal when once it only grew stronger; all work now to prevent the speed of decay, as all new construction has been delayed. The mind is too kind to cancel anything. Everything is still possible. Not only can any task be accomplished, they all can.